"He saw a future with me as his ruler. A future where he could sit upon a throne, rule his people in peace, while the rest of you hide behind tall trees and fight over an armor you aren't even sure exists."
Asher's voice rang out like thunder over the battlefield, unwavering and sharp.
Kael'Zheran let out a low, amused chuckle, the sound guttural and laced with disdain. His golden mane shifted as he stepped forward, his clawed hands flexing.
"You expect us to bow to a human?" His lips curled back in a sneer. "I would rather kneel before the rotting corpse of a dwarf than bend to your treacherous kind."
Asher shifted, lowering into a stance that made the earth beneath him seem to still.
"I do not plead for your consent," he said, voice steady, eyes locked onto the two kings before him. "Bend the knee… or die with your pride."
